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Naturally
enough
,
he
was
heavily
in
debt
,
but
carried
the
burden
of
it
with
perfect
nonchalance
.
The
year
before
S
.
Behrman
had
held
mortgages
for
fully
a
third
of
his
crop
and
had
squeezed
him
viciously
for
interest
.
But
for
all
that
,
Osterman
and
S
.
Behrman
were
continually
seen
arm
-
in
-
arm
on
the
main
street
of
Bonneville
.
Osterman
was
accustomed
to
slap
S
.
Behrman
on
his
fat
back
,
declaring
:
“
You
’
re
a
good
fellow
,
old
jelly
-
belly
,
after
all
,
hey
?
”
As
Osterman
entered
from
the
porch
,
after
hanging
his
cavalry
poncho
and
dripping
hat
on
the
rack
outside
,
Mrs
.
Derrick
appeared
in
the
door
that
opened
from
the
dining
-
room
into
the
glass
-
roofed
hallway
just
beyond
.
Osterman
saluted
her
with
effusive
cordiality
and
with
ingratiating
blandness
.
“
I
am
not
going
to
stay
,
”
she
explained
,
smiling
pleasantly
at
the
group
of
men
,
her
pretty
,
wide
-
open
brown
eyes
,
with
their
look
of
inquiry
and
innocence
,
glancing
from
face
to
face
,
“
I
only
came
to
see
if
you
wanted
anything
and
to
say
how
do
you
do
.
”
She
began
talking
to
old
Broderson
,
making
inquiries
as
to
his
wife
,
who
had
been
sick
the
last
week
,
and
Osterman
turned
to
the
company
,
shaking
hands
all
around
,
keeping
up
an
incessant
stream
of
conversation
.
“
Hello
,
boys
and
girls
.
Hello
,
Governor
.
Sort
of
a
gathering
of
the
clans
to
-
night
.
Well
,
if
here
isn
’
t
that
man
Annixter
.
Hello
,
Buck
.
What
do
you
know
?
Kind
of
dusty
out
to
-
night
.
”
At
once
Annixter
began
to
get
red
in
the
face
,
retiring
towards
a
corner
of
the
room
,
standing
in
an
awkward
position
by
the
case
of
stuffed
birds
,
shambling
and
confused
,
while
Mrs
.
Derrick
was
present
,
standing
rigidly
on
both
feet
,
his
elbows
close
to
his
sides
.
But
he
was
angry
with
Osterman
,
muttering
imprecations
to
himself
,
horribly
vexed
that
the
young
fellow
should
call
him
“
Buck
”
before
Magnus
’
s
wife
.
This
goat
Osterman
!
Hadn
’
t
he
any
sense
,
that
fool
?
Couldn
’
t
he
ever
learn
how
to
behave
before
a
feemale
?
Calling
him
“
Buck
”
like
that
while
Mrs
.
Derrick
was
there
.
Why
a
stable
-
boy
would
know
better
;
a
hired
man
would
have
better
manners
.
All
through
the
dinner
that
followed
Annixter
was
out
of
sorts
,
sulking
in
his
place
,
refusing
to
eat
by
way
of
vindicating
his
self
-
respect
,
resolving
to
bring
Osterman
up
with
a
sharp
turn
if
he
called
him
“
Buck
”
again
.
The
Chinaman
had
made
a
certain
kind
of
plum
pudding
for
dessert
,
and
Annixter
,
who
remembered
other
dinners
at
the
Derrick
’
s
,
had
been
saving
himself
for
this
,
and
had
meditated
upon
it
all
through
the
meal
.
No
doubt
,
it
would
restore
all
his
good
humour
,
and
he
believed
his
stomach
was
so
far
recovered
as
to
be
able
to
stand
it
.
